“Chill out,” Cheyenne said. “You’re among friends.”
“I may need more time,” Atticus blurted out. “I need to … write code.”
“It’s a fast computer,” Cheyenne drawled.
“But I’m a human,” Atticus said. “Not even Mark Zuckerberg can code that fast!”
Cheyenne walked to the table where the knife was lodged. She yanked it out and held it toward the light. “Well, then … epic fail.”